Troy’s face turned pale as he clenched his fist by his side. “I… I can do it.” A wise man knew what was the best choice for himself.
Rather than going to Cory Island, he decisively turned around and returned to the living room. He came up to Eleanor and hung his head low. “Miss Gómez, I’m sorry for my harsh attitude. I apologize.”
Just as Eleanor was about to say something, Matthew and Veronica trod over. Eleanor frowned and looked displeased as she waved her hand. “Get out, I don’t want to see you right now.”
“Okay.” Troy nodded and left the living room. A real man should know when to be bold and when to yield in, so this was nothing for him.
“What brings you here?” Eleanor looked at the two of them, seemingly slightly calm. Veronica looked at the mess on the floor and shook her head. ‘I’m afraid you’ll tear down the whole house if we were late.”
Eleanor always felt like Veronica was scolding her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. When Eleanor was browsing social media, people online always said that huskies would always tear down the house.
“Your husband is the one to be blamed.”
An unhappy Eleanor crossed her arms and snorted. “I was hanging out with Miguel when Sasha interrupted us out of nowhere. She accused me of seducing him, and she even spoke ill of you. I was angry, so I slapped her.”
She glanced at Matthew disdainfully. “What ar troublesome guy.” Veronica pursed her lips and smiled at Matthew, after which she bypassed the shattered glasses on the floor to sit beside Eleanor. “You’re right, he is a troublesome mess. I know that you’re in a bad mood, so I’m here with delicious food.”
Eleanor’s face lit up at the mention of food. “What is it?” Veronica placed the paper bag on the table and took out a lunchbox. “Grilled shrimp; barbeque skewers; fried tofu; and chicken wraps. Things that you can’t have in the hidden clan.”
She opened the container and handed it to Eleanor. “Here, try them. They don’t taste good when they’re cold.”
“You’re the best.” Eleanor grinned. Matthew placed two bottles of red wine on the table. “I brought two bottles of red wine for you.”
“At least you have a heart.” She accepted his gift coolly and pointed at the red-wine. “Open it for me, I want to drink with Veronica.” He paused for a moment.
Redwine with grilledshrimp? More strange combinations seemedtohavebeenad dedtomydictionary.
Meekly, he walked to the wine cabinet to open the red wine. He poured it into a decanter and took two tall glasses to serve the ladies. He filled the glasses for both of them.
“Not eating?” Eleanor, who was enjoying the grilled shrimp, looked at him and pointed at the food. ‘They’re yummy. Let’s eat together.”
Before he could speak, Veronica explained, “He’s not into these. He thinks they’re unhygienic.” “What a shame.” Eleanor sighed. “The hidden clan has shrimps too, but the recipe is never as delicious as they make it over here.”
“He only loves king crabs and Boston lobsters. Greasyback shrimps is the furthest he can go.” Veronica handed a deshelled shrimp to Matthew. “Try it, it tastes really good. It’s much better than eating salmon with mustard.”
Matthew shook his head and resisted, “No, I’m not hungry.” The thought of these shrimps possibly being scooped out of a smelly drain made it difficult for him to accept.
